Kotov Syndrome

[Lynx]

Within the forest, not fifty yards from the two elves, a slumbering eruption of rage rested. Looking very much like a giant protuberance from the rocky face of the cliffs, the volcano would go unnoticed by a passerby. However, if one looked closer, slow breaths lifted the form until the top brushed the treetops. Then, if one dared venture even closer, lines began to form in a distinguishing way. Here a tail appeared to wrap around the deep purple rock, light highlighting a few scales. Two membranous wings as large as the sails of ships were wrapped loosely about the lump, shielding it. If one were, for whatever reason, feeling particularly suicidal, one could sneak around to the other side, the side where a neck wrapped around, four massive paws tipped in claws as long as a man's leg tucked loosely around the body. There, at the tip of the neck, was a giant head as large as a boulder itself, purple black lips lifted slightly in sleep to reveal teeth fearsomely sharp and deadly. It was nothing less than thousands of pounds of muscle and rage packaged into a dragon's form. Woe to he who awoke the beast!

Woe, it would seem, had come upon the forested mountains. Barking, crashing bushes, and general noise came flowing to the massive ears. They twitched, perking up a bit, and the breathing halted. Twin silver orbs snapped open, black circles in the middle contracting to slits of darkness. A rumbling growl that made the earth sound like it was about to slip open came from the barrel-like chest. Shouting. Voices that cut into Karsha's consciousness rang within her head in a most annoying fashion. Grumpy at being awoken, she stood on legs thicker than the trees surrounding her. Her tail lashed like a whip as she stormed out, the trees splintering like twigs in her path. Any trees that were not crushed were at least bent or pushed past, her diamond hard scales leaving scrapes and cuts in the bark. Her speed increased until she was almost galloping. Then she reached the edge of the cliff.

Two elves, a lot of humans, and dogs and horses....had an army come to wake her from her slumber?! It looked like, upon first angry glance, the elves were fighting against everyone else. So now who was to blame? Those dogs would have to stop barking so she could think. As soon as she erupted from the treeline, Karsha let out a roar that shook the cliff and made everyone tremble. The dogs instantly stopped for the moment, but Karsha wasn't through. With a beat of her wings she knocked a few of them off the cliff altogether. The rest were instantly trampled by her massive feet, blood welling up between her claws. Her neck dipped and slithered about, snapping up any dogs who tried to run. A few horses found their way into her maw as well. Her tail whipped about, knocking people off indiscriminately. Karsha did not like to be awoken.

[Everett]

Everett readied himself the horsemen rode by the dogs, they were not needed to find him. He turned his head in the direction of Eavan's voice. Had she not gone else where? Foolish woman, but my odds are much higher with her around. He thought to himself as he dashed in her direction. To his disturbance a horseman cut in front of him, avoiding charging off the cliff. The elf ducked as the enemies blade narrowly missed his head. The elf cut at the horse, at the moment he did not care what he was slashing at but apparently he had hit something important as it fell over landing on its rider leg. The elf leaped over the fallen horse, avoiding and ignoring the fallen bandit. He could just see Eavan as Karasha awoke from her slumber.

She cut through the forest not giving a care in the world. Needless to say she seemed angry. The large beast awkwardly galloped through the forest in his direction. This at most would not bode well for the elf. The elf looked up at the beast, admiring it, respecting it. There was no fear though. " I'd be damned." The hobo was right, he added in his head as it roared in his general direction. Facing it would be foolish though, he knew he could last longer than the others against it but he was only mortal. The elf turned around, sheathing his swords as he ran.

The elf ducked, dodging an incoming tree he had just seen. There was a smirk on his face as he stood back up. Unfortunately he missed the incoming object. It hit him square on the back, flinging him forward onto the dirt. He slid across it while grimacing, he could feel his skin being torn again his armor. He would express no more pain. His hand reached for a dagger as he tried to stab the ground to slow himself down. Unfortunately for the elf the ground ran out. The elf stabbed desperately against the cliff side. He was falling down wards, his eyes opened widely. It was a long fall, it was a death he could see coming. He was showing fear. "NO!" The elf shouted, his next stab stuck into the mountain wall. His body twisted awkwardly into position. It felt as if he pulled something, as he held dearly onto the dagger. "I won't die." He said quietly, almost whimpering not loud enough for either the dragon or elf to hear. "I won't..." This is what fearing for you life felt like. He thought to himself. He had feared for others, but not his own. The top of the cliff was about 200 feet away. His free hand moved for another dagger. He would try to make his way up to the top.

[micaylah]

Eavan’s eyes widened as she saw Everett downed by the stray blade. His body skidded over the edge of the cliff but she heard his voice as she saw the large dragon rampaging its way toward the fray. A burning, searing pain in her arm brought her attention back from the cliff and the dragon to the bandits. She slashed with the short sword in her opposite hand as she felt the threat close before she had fully turned to face it. The man fell at her feet. Her strike had been lucky this time. She quickly assessed the situation. If they had been closer to the river, she could have dispelled the attack easier. The dragon and her distance from the water complicated that. She ran to where Everett had fallen over the side and a smile crossed her lips. The elf was tenacious and, despite being injured, had managed to use his daggers to drag himself back up the jagged cliff face.

Eavan called out loudly to him holding out her hand as the crystal clear path became fluid following her. She leapt as the words left her lips. “Grab hold of me and hold tight elf.” Her body began its free fall as she held an arm to him. The flowing stream moved to encircle her within long tendrils gripping around her waist as it began to pull her into the body of the living, flowing pathway now parted from the cliff. Her hold over the element was strained, but hold she would. The descent had been slowed as the fluid form gathered beneath her. She leaned back as they began their quick descent down the watery slide. It amazed her as she could feel the water, cold against her skin. The feel of both flowing and static form was exhilarating bringing them closer to the roaring of the mighty river below.

She released her hold, the stream dissipated dropping them into the churning river as she heard the chaotic cries of the bandits, horses and dogs above along with the unmistakable roar of an angry dragon. The dragon would make quick work of their problem. Her body tensed as the icy water insulted her senses at first. She was underneath the surface, the water churning forcefully above her in torrid circles of forceful rage as it battered the rocks and fallen trees lying within it in the shallows beside her. She had lost sight of Everett, loosing him when her hold on the water was released. Her eyes began to search as her body made way to the surface. She could breath within the watery depths but he could not. She would have to find him fast though she knew he was resourceful. She broke the surface with long strokes, her eyes searching the nearby banks and the water around her for sign of him.

[Lynx]

Venting her ire on the yelping dogs and screaming horses, Karsha demolished all that lay in her path. Four claws, swiped across the cliff, sent men and animal alike running for cover. Her tail lashed out with a mind of its own, breaking bones and crushing any who fell. Karsha rarely killed people - usually she would wait until they had run to crush their houses and demolish their livelihood. But these men had woken her up. After three days of ceaseless roaming, she had finally managed to drift off. Karsha would have slept for a day at least if not for them and their pets. Whether they meant to or not, they had provoked her full wrath. That was something no one wanted to receive.

After a few minutes all that was left were piles of flesh, bone, and armor. A few of the braver - or stupider - men had attempted to attack her. Their effort were short lived; about two seconds later they were either incinerated or smashed to a pulp. Blood spattered the deep purple scales of the great beast, staining her silvery claws red. With a final roar, she crushed the last few men with a sickeningly juicy crunch. Then, for a few seconds, all was quiet. It belatedly occurred to her that the two elves were gone. Thinking back, she remembered seeing the male fall off the cliff and the female jumping off surrounded by water. With a rumbling growl she snaked her neck over the side. No elves.

Her dark silver eyes, cooled from a glinting steel to a more relaxed dark granite, scanned the land. A dragon's eyes were exceptionally powerful and within a minute she focused on her new trajectory. The woman - she had longer hair and was easy to spot - was squandering her energy swimming. The male was nowhere to be seen. After destroying the pitifully inadequate men, she felt calmer. Curiosity was something her race also possessed and it was not completely dead. She was interested in what brought the men to the forest. Would there be more? Essential tips if she were to continue her sleep. With a few beats of her gossamer wine colored wings, she coasted down to the river. One giant paw scooped out the female. Aloft, she hovered to find the elf. She thought she saw him, so her other claws dove in to grasp him.

[Everett]

The elf continued to climb to the top. With every inch of movement his right shoulder seem to explode with pain, with every movement of it his grimaces looked more painful. He could hear the sounds of war, the shouts of men dying. The top was within reached, he pulled the dagger out of the cliff and then moved to stab again. He had nearly reached the top, his weaken arm held dearly onto the dagger's hilt for his life. The top was within reach. With the energy left in him, he moved his left arm up to stab the cliff's edge. It was then Eavan appeared on the cliff side. He returned the smile with a grin, of relief but mostly of pain....excruciating pain. "Your dang right I'm an elf." He said nodding his head as he dropped the dagger in his arm, he had no chance to survive up there with the dragon. She obviously had a plan, she had to have a plan; if not he would make her after life very unpleasant. The elf pushed him self up, his armed moved up his hand trying to grab hold of her arm. It slipped before he could grab hold of her forearm, which he held with a monkey's grip.

I'm free falling once again. The elf thought to himself, he was letting his right arm dangle as he fell. He turned his head back to look at the cliff, to his surprise a stream of water was following the two. He processed the thought quickly in his, found an explanation and smiled to himself. The water flowed around him, it was cool and pleasant across his bruised body and to his convenience he was falling less slowly. This was needless to say, much more pleasant than his previous fall. His pleasantry would end quickly though. The river was rough. The elf prepared himself.

His soft fall would be his only pleasant memory of the river. From there on it was hell. The current pulled him down the river, combining the pain in his arm and his lack of energy he could not swim against it. He feared that his arm would be ripped off if he grabbed hold of something to keep him in place. It was the only option. Everett looked around for Eavan, spotting her he too would try to make it to the surface. The elf was about to kick off the river bed, when he noticed a large silver claw reaching for her. He tried to shout, but it only came out as a gurgle. The elf let go of the breath of air he was holding onto, sinking to the bottom. Everett watched, knowing there was nothing he could do to save her life after she had saved his. Waiting, still being slowly dragged he watched as the dragon attempted to scoop up something else. She was too far down the river, he would move now. His legs still very strong pushed off against the bottom, he gasped for air once he reached the surface. He swam to wards the bank, using two feet and just one arm. The dragon was still flying facing the opposite direction. He moved quickly, half diving half falling face first into the safety of the forest. The elf crawled to the nearest tree, pulling himself up to sit against it. He would not be taken, he thought. The dragon had not seen him, hopefully the river had drowned out the little noise he caused moving into the forest and chances are he didn't smell at all. His injuries wouldn't kill him, they weren't severe enough. Despite it all he still had no satisfaction.

[micaylah]

Eavan caught sight of Everett as he hoisted himself onto the bank. She could tell by the way that he moved that he was hurt though he was too far away for her to determine exactly to what extent. As she kicked to make way to him she felt her body abruptly lifted from the water. Evan turned her head to see the large purple dragon, eyes toward the forest in search for Everett.

“This shall not be today dragon. I have no quarrel with you but if it is trouble you seek you have well found it this day.” Eavan shouted above the roar of the surging water and the beating of her heart inside her ears as she felt the call before she had consciously formed the intent. She watched as the element obeyed her, enveloping her in a shimmering sphere. Taking a deep breath, the fluidity of the form changed, taking on substance as she hardened it to withstand even the tight grip of the mightiest dragon. The sphere began to grow, its increasing size forcing the razor sharp claws of the dragon open. Once free…and falling…Eavan returned the sphere to flowing water that promptly disbursed and wrapped itself around her taking her back toward its arcing flow and the river which fed it. She turned to face the direction of the dragon but did not try to flee after Everett. Regardless of the depth of his injuries, he was much better off hidden within the forest than as food for the large beast. She faced the dragon, her feet within the flow of the river allowed her to draw strength from the raging waters. Again, she drew the shimmering sphere around her. If needed, she would bring it strength, hardening it to withstand any assault and anchoring it to the swelling river feeding her. She looked up, the violet orbs turned to the deepest, most magnificent blue as the flow of the elemental power coursed through her life essence itself.

[Lynx]

Fortunately for the elf Karsha had excellent hearing. Obviously the woman thought the giant dragon was out to kill her. No, Karsha had killed enough for today. She quelled the rising anger as the woman escaped her grasp, then stood in the water to oppose her. Spheres of liquid convalesced about her, encasing her in a swirling mass of water. Odd. Karsha twisted her body around, landing on the shore. Her dark eyes watched the woman, an amused smirk on her face. She was at least sixty times the elf's size. The pretty little marble the elf was encased in didn't scare or intimidate her. "So, a magic elf," she mused, her growl shaking the surface of the water, "pretty, no doubt useful in some way, but not that scary. Fear not - I am done with my killing." Here she bared her blood stained teeth, each tooth as big as the elf herself.

Reaching out a paw, she dipped her claws in the swirling river. Taking it out, she began to lick her shining claws as if she were a cat. Her rough tongue gently scraped off the drying blood, making the purple scales glisten deeply. "I merely wondered what creatures would be so discourteous as to disturb my slumber," she continued after a bit, stretching her wings out until they cast a shadow across the river, the woman, and everything within a hundred foot stretch. Shaking her head with a bit of sleepiness, she laid her long neck out on the ground. Overall it was an impressive site, her tail wrapping around to lay in the river as well. The giant dragon pinned the elf with an intense stare, waiting.

[micaylah]

Eavan nodded to the great dragon watching as she stretched her enormous length along the bank. Her tail curled around her, lying in the river. Eavan took careful note of the dragon’s large teeth as she released the water back into the river. She hardened the water to aid her departure from the swiftly moving current. Her steps raised her above the water’s flow as she lithely maneuvered her way to stand in front of the dragon. “Was not meant to scare you dragon. Was meant to keep me from becoming a snack or something with which to pick your teeth.” Eavan smiled slightly. “I am afraid it is the human bandits you have to thank for waking you.”

Eavan shivered slightly at the feel of the breeze making her water-soaked leather heavy as well as cold. She cast a hand to the river sending the water within her clothes back to its source. She shook out her hair then turned her violet eyes back to the dragon. Eavan looked toward the forest then back again. “I am traveling with a friend. He was hurt when the humans attacked. Did you by chance see where he went?” Eavan shifted the torn leather over her arm covering the cover the wound from the bandits blade. It wasn’t bad, just a nuisance. “My name is Eavan.” She took a moment to look at the iridescence of the dragons scales as they shone in the sun like glistening jewels. “If I may ask, what is your name?”

[Lynx]

Chuckling rather darkly in a rare moment of benevolence, Karsha merely watched through slitted eyes as the elf came closer. Useful tricks with water, that. Very useful. Karsha preferred her dragon flaming breath, however. After all, her scales were hard as diamonds and did not absorb water. Stretching out, she dipped her other front paw into the river, licking it clean like the last. "I do not eat humans and elves, small one," she instructed scornfully, "a petty bit like you would serve no purpose." The only reason she'd killed those men was because they'd disturbed her with their insistence upon warfare. Stupid men. The world would be better off without them and their yapping mutts.

Yawning, displaying a cavernous gaping hole of crimson that disappeared into black, Karsha shook her wings and refolded them. Cunningly twisting her tail behind the elf, she put her head on the ground. Her eyes were still a foot or so higher than the elf. Friend? Ahhh yes the scrappy little male. He was somewhere around here, no doubt. Eavan kept looking towards the forest - was that where he was? Quick little creature. "I am Karsha," she declared proudly, "and you are lucky you are not the source of my disturbances. Although.....if you had not run into the forest they would not have followed. Still...I will not kill you this time. You have caught me in a benevolent mood." Absentmindedly she scratched her jaw, thinking. "Elf!" she suddenly roared, twisting her head to scan the forest, "I shall not harm you! You cannot hide within the forest forever!"

[Everett]

The elf closed his eyes as he rested his head against the tree bark. It was comforting to sit rest himself, sitting down alone was relaxing. The river was rather loud but the sound of rivers always seemed to soothe the elf. Yet despite the somewhat peacefulness there was always the threat of the dragon who just happen to be the one destroying his moment. His eye opened as he sighed out of annoyance. By no means did he fear the dragon yet it was foolish to face. " Many of your kind have been known to be distrustful." The elf shouted from within the forest. He managed to pull himself up onto his feet using the tree. "Now tell me why I should trust you?" His voice was strong, he didn't show the pain.

Everett gathered himself, preparing. By any means necessary he would not show the weakness or the pain. He didn't let his arm dangle, he held his head up high. The elf held himself in a stout composure, he grinned before stepping out of the safety of the woods. " Why not? Give me a forest and I can live undisturbed for the rest of my life. Avoiding all intelligent life forms." The smirk on his face held. While the pain was nearly unbearable he would not show it.

[micaylah]

Eavan smiled only slightly as she felt the change within the river flow. The dragon had cunningly shifted her tail, blocking the flow creating a kind of dam within the water. Eavan stood at the water’s edge, her feet still within its shallows. She would have to keep her guard up with this beast. She was sly and could yet prove to be a threat.

“Good to hear that I will not end up a tasty treat Karsha but still, it would not stop you from trying to use me to pick your teeth if you so desired.” Eavan, cautious but still not worried smiled at the dragon. She knew that as long as she could reach for the water, she could fend off almost any attack but because of the dragon’s sheer size and strength she could do little more than slow her. A mischievous glint crossed her eyes. She could not hurt her but she would be able to be a great nuisance and annoyance to her.

Her head turned sharply as she heard Everett’s voice and saw him emerge from the forest. He spoke with strength and confidence as he stood at the forest’s edge staring down Karsha. “I am happy to see you survive Everett.” Eavan told him as she took in what she could see of his injuries.

[Lynx]

Pinpointing the elf's location as soon as he spoke, Karsha grinned a toothy grin and narrowed her eyes. Ha! The elf had instantly pointed out his qualms and therefore proved himself at least somewhat smart. He was wary and agile, not wanting to reveal himself just yet. "You should trust no one, sir elf," she called out with a hint of scorn, "you, a traveler, should know that. Even this pretty little water elf cannot be trusted. For all you know she is an assassin and was waiting to kill you if the men did not finish the job. At the least she may be looking to pick your pockets and steal. Such is the way of women." Karsha sighed and shifted her wings again, scratching a small furrow in the ground with her claws.

"I hope you realize that I could, if I was so inclined, merely root you out of the forest," she commented casually, blinking slowly as she looked in his direction. She kept the female elf in her peripheral vision as she did so. "The fact that I have not done so should show that I at least am not inclined to eat you."

[Everett]

Everett grinned, he did not totally trust anyone. He found it safe to assume that Eavan was at least somewhat trust worthy. "I have learned that I tend to not die easily. It's good to see that you haven't become this dragon's....." He paused to look up in the sky and locate the sun. "lunch." The elf shook his head. "Believe me when I say that I am quite aware of those possibilities. But by now I think it is safe to say that any assassin or thief would of left me in the first signs of your appearance." He then began to scratch his chin. " If women are not trust worthy then what does that make you? Dragons are from noble creatures despite what they like to believe. So tell me what are your intentions? Are you trying to have me fall into false security?" He stopped scratching his chin and moved his hand to wards his belt. "If so you contradict myself." He said with disdain.

The elf managed to keep the pain hidden throughout the conversation. "Tell me, if you only wish to converse all mighty one." He said with sarcasm. "I am running short on time. I do think it would be safe to assume that we all have our own matters to attend to. For one I know I do, and because of said business I must bid you a goodbye." The elf half bow before he turned and began walking away from the dragon. The elf still held his shoulder in place, but he managed only a few steps down the river bank before his face winced showing pain. At least he had not shown it to the dragon and Eavan as he was facing the other way.

[micaylah]

Eavan smiled at seeing the resolve and determination within Everett. He was strong of will and character. She turned back and gave Karsha a quick look then began to move toward Everett as he had turned to leave, stopping after a few paces. She reached him and moved in front of him. “I saw the dagger pierce you. Did you dislocate it as well in the fall?” she asked him with calm determination. “Lift your sword.” She bade him as she watched his eyes closely. She spoke in hushed tones, her words blocked as she increased the force of the water to a mighty roar to drown their words. Her eyes held on Everett but she kept Karsha within her line of sight as well.

[Lynx]

Suspicious creature, this male elf. Very suspicious. "No, we are hardly honorable, only when attached to our Riders. Still, even the pair can become corrupted. Everyone is corrupted. It is only a question of when and how," she said calmly, mimicking the elf's chin scratching. "My intentions are none of your business - what makes you think I even have them? Perhaps I am just a lonely creature pursuing the ones who stumbled upon my sleeping place. Perhaps I am merely curious to find out what two elves are doing in this region. Humans do not typically pursue your race." Slightly crazed and manic depressive Karsha may have been, but she was far from stupid.

Her cunning gaze followed the female as she went to the male. They were not mates, for they did not act like such. Karsha had known so much love in her life before that she would not mistake it now. The river roared so loudly all that could be heard was murmurs. The elf was facing away, meaning the female was facing Karsha. Her sharp eyes caught the motion of words spilling from her lips. Dagger...fall....sword...the elf had to be injured. That would explain his reluctance to emerge. A wounded beast retreated to the brush to be alone and heal. The female was confrontational, wanting an answer. Stretching out her neck, she hoisted herself up on her pillar like legs. Her neck snaked over the river, her claws at the edge. Her head loomed behind the male elf, listening, waiting.

[Everett]

dang this woman. The elf said to himself. It was a matter of pride to not show pain to most men, Everett was no exception. He was in fact a classic example of somebody taking it to extremes. Pride was important to the elf, it was one of the few things he could say. "My should is doing quite fine." The elf lied. He could get out of the situation by walking away and saying he had nothing to prove, Or he could prove her wrong and diminish her suspicions. Being the proud type of man he chose the latter and quickly moved his right hand to a short sword. He looked down at his sword and then glanced up at Eavan staring at her for a second. He then drew it from his sheath and lifted it in mid air. There was a grin on his face. "See?"

In truth the elf had dislocated his shoulder as he was falling. With a dagger in his right hand he had desperately stabbed the cliff wall miraculously getting it stuck within it. He had nothing to slow his fall, resulting in a sort of yank and twist. At the moment the elf was doing no favors for his arm. If anything he was making matters worse. He was about to fall onto his knees in pain, in near crying pain. Yet he still managed to completely hide it, unknowing to the elf a bit more pressure would do the job.

[micaylah]

Eavan watched as Karsha maneuvered herself to over hear their conversation but at the moment, Everett’s situation was of more concern to her. Dang his arrogant pride. If they had to battle his shoulder would leave them weaker. She looked at him with narrowed eyes as she reached behind her back and with a flash of steel, lashed out at him. Her blow was not meant to injure but force his hand.

[Everett]

Everett smiled to himself as he was about to put his arm down. She then struck at him. His armed moved to parry her attack with his sword. It happen out of pure instinct, he would of preferred to jump out of the way. The sound of steel hitting steel was accompanied by a shout of pain. He let go of his sword, letting it drop by their feet before he cringed while falling onto his knees. His other hand moved to grip his shoulder as he his face by looking down wards, his hair fell forward covering it. He grimaced and damned Eavan under his breath. The elf had only once felt pain worse then he did at the moment and he hated it. He hated Eavan at the moment despite knowing her intentions were not ill.The elf kept quietly to himself on his knees still holding a tight grip on his shoulder. He did not know how long he waited, it could of been mere seconds, minutes, or hours. It felt like an eternity. He could also feel their gazes, The dragon was most likely watching with amusement. Maybe some pity. He guessed Eavan was watching while justifying her acts. The elf looked up at her, there was a scowl on his face accompanied by a death stare.

[micaylah]

Eavan moved swiftly as she saw Everett fall and the look on his face. She didn’t wait for words or permission. He was stubborn and she didn’t have time to stroke wounded male pride. She used her power to call forth the water as she knocked him to his back then held him in place with the weight of the water holding him down. She reached and produced a pliable section of water hardening it until it achieved the consistency of a thick leather. She bent forward to look into his eyes while she held the band to his mouth. “Bite on this because what I’m about to do is going to hurt like a mother!” Eavan placed her right hand on his shoulder, taking his wrist within her left. She moved the arm, knowing that it would cause him pain but needing to do so to find out how the bones lay. She nodded as she felt what she was looking for. Eavan turned to Everett and spoke. “I’m sorry.” She told him as she place her knee against him for leverage and quickly, sharply, skillfully, pulled the arm until it snapped back into place with a loud pop. Eavan stood, releasing the watery restraint and held her hand to him to help him up. “Resume using it as normal but know that it will be weak for a time. You’ll do more harm than good by tying it into a sling.” She turned to stare back at Karsha wondering what the large dragon’s game was.

[Lynx]

My, these two were scrappy little elves. Eavan seemed determined to make him show his injury. Surprisingly, her gambit worked. The male's arm was definitely injured badly. He dropped to his knees in obvious pain, much to her delight. Karsha watched with avid interest, intrigued to see what the female would do. The male was not happy at all. In fact, he seemed quite irked. Eavan moved quickly, though, and pinned him down using water. Karsha stepped over the river, crouching over the two. For all her bulk she could move with silent grace. Her large amythyst form shimmered gloriously in the sun, a fact she wasn't ignorant of but ignored.

Her eyes sparkled with deep amusement at the elf's pain and Eavan's method. For a mage she wasn't very secretive. Or was she a mage? She acted much like one of the elementals of old. Karsha had heard stories of the elementals returning once more. Curious. Snickering, she watched the two. "The woman is right, elf," she rumbled, "a dislocated arm is no bad injury. Use it a few times and you will be fine."